SEAL: A BWWM BAD BOY NAVY SEAL ROMANCE (2 page)

CHAPTER TWO

CALI

Scrolling down to the very bottom of the computer screen,
revealing our daily appointments, I came to the name of the last person scheduled
for the day. I blinked twice, hoping my eyes were simply out of focus, but his
name was still there.
Devlin Danes?
Are you kidding me? The Devlin Danes?
Obviously,
the same one. How many could there be in San Diego? Shit, shit and double
shit!!

“
Kesha
, today’s last appointment?
Did you speak to this guy, or did he book online?”

 
“Devlin Danes?
Yeah, I talked to him, briefly. Why? Do you know him? He was kind of an asshole
on the phone... Sounded like he was in pain.”

“I know him alright. It sounds like he hasn’t changed at all.
You’re almost correct:
 
He
is
definitely an asshole, but not
because he’s in pain.
 
That’s just
how he is. Period. He’s an egotistical, conceited, dickhead. So, are you able
to do his appointment today? Please,
Kesha
? Pretty please?”

“Wow, Cali. As tempting as that sounds, you know I can’t take
him. I have to leave at 4 o’clock today to pick up my mom from the airport?
 
How do you know this guy anyway? When did
you meet him?
Where
did you meet him?
Why don’t
I
know about him? Is he one
of your old flames?”

I hardly knew where to start. I wasn’t sure how much I wanted
to share with
Kesha
. I was still embarrassed, even
though six years had gone by. Just
seeing
his name, Devlin Danes… It turned my stomach and made me cringe. It also made
me sweat. I didn’t even want to repeat it out loud.

Kesha
wasn’t going to give up, so I was
forced to send my mind and memory back to my college days at San Diego State
University. I was still dating my high school sweetheart, Deshawn, and
Kesha
was away in Arizona attending ASU. I ended up
relaying the basic plot to
Kesha
, but not the full
movie version that still played in my head:

For weeks, Deshawn and I had been arguing almost nonstop.
Things weren’t really working out between us, but I kept trying… Right up until
I caught him cheating on me with some bitch from up state.

I started going out more with my girlfriends to get my mind
off things. We spent a lot of time enjoying the downtown,
Gaslamp
District club scene. And we pretty much became regulars at this place called
Mobey’s
. The summer after my freshman year, it seemed like we
hung out there every weekend.

The first time I saw Devlin Danes, I was hooked. I couldn’t
take my eyes off of him, but he didn’t notice me at all.

And good GOD was he gorgeous!

He stared off with dark mysterious eyes, his dazzling smile, and
his lush lips… There was something oh so sexy and masculine about a permanent 5
o’clock shadow. And that body. Holy shit, that body: Linebacker shoulders and a
perfectly round tight-end. Elaborate tattoos of mythological creatures snaked
their way out of the sleeves of his noticeably taut t-shirt.

The buzz around the bar was that he was doing Navy SEAL training
over on Coronado Island. At the time, I wasn’t exactly sure what that duty
entailed, but it sounded like something that was pretty rigorous. Devlin
certainly had the physique for it. Every square inch of his body was hard chiseled
muscle.

Of course, he had a perpetual circle of beautiful girls
around
him and
on
him; usually hanging onto his bulging biceps. He had a
reputation for being a notorious playboy and I didn’t doubt any of the stories
I had heard about him. He was the exact kind of guy that every good girl’s
mother warned her to stay away from. My momma called them “
manwhores
”.

Devlin Danes tormented me week after week, without even knowing
it. I kept my distance from him, and watched him from afar; well, not that far.
From just across the bar patio, actually.

I hated that cocky prick. I didn’t know him, but I hated him
because I secretly
wanted
him and I
knew he would never give me the time of day. Sometimes, he would look my way,
but he always seemed to gaze right through me rather than at me.

Once, when there was an empty chair at my table, he asked me if
anyone was sitting there. I was so excited because I thought he actually wanted
to sit next to me! When I told him the seat wasn’t taken, he swooped it away
and gave it to some slutty-looking girl who was hovering around his table. I
saw him leave with her at the end of the night, and secretly wished it was me.

Every time I saw Devlin at
Mobey’s
,
my desire for him pushed me to the brink of madness. For the sake of my own
sanity, I tried to convince myself that I didn’t want to be one of “those”
girls on his arm, anyway.
 
He was a
typical player. Not my type at all. I hated players. He was nothing like the
guys I usually dated. Nothing like Deshawn at all……
…..

Thinking back on everything, that was probably what appealed
to me most; Devlin Danes was the exact opposite of Deshawn in
every
way. After the way Deshawn broke
my heart, I
needed
something
different.

Devlin practically oozed sex out of every pore, and emanated
a raw animal magnetism. People were drawn to him - both men and women. He was
like a circus ringmaster – the action revolved around him. And no doubt there
was quite a few people willing to jump through hoops just to be in Devlin’s
circle. He crackled with electricity and reeked of danger.

I hadn’t completely admitted it to myself at the time, but
things weren’t all that good between me and Deshawn even before I caught him
cheating. We had dated through most of high school and everyone assumed we
would marry… But I knew better.

Deshawn wasn’t right for me…

He barely gave me the time of day when we weren’t together in
bed… When I caught Deshawn cheating on me with some girl from one of his
economics classes, I guess I should have seen it coming… I couldn’t really hold
it against him as much as I wanted to. We were barely even together at the
time… But the break-up was still sad and emotionally crushing.

I needed to move on.

The next time the girls and I went out to
Mobey’s
,
my goal was to erase Deshawn from my mind by getting completely tanked and getting
Devlin to notice me. I spent hours getting a weave, put on extra makeup, and
walked out the door in my sexiest, slinkiest red dress. Over the course of the
evening, I not only lost track of how many cinnamon whiskey fireballs I drank, but
most of my inhibitions as well. My bawdy behavior attracted the attention of
quite a few men around me. And wouldn’t
ya
know it?
BINGO! For the very first time, Devlin Danes noticed me. I mean r
eally
noticed me!

I could almost feel the heat of his eyes on me, virtually
burning a hole in my dress. Once he captured my gaze, he immediately started
making his way across the crowded patio over to my table. His eyes never
deviated from mine and his walk was slow, purposeful, and determined. Twenty
seconds after introducing himself, he was already whispering sexually
suggestive things into my ear and running his lips down my neck.

He was obviously used to women not only welcoming his
advances but throwing themselves at him, as well. I had a feeling very few
women said no to Devlin Danes. He continued with his shockingly bold moves, trailing
further down my skin with his luscious lips, as he gently kissed my cleavage
and cupped my breasts like they were exquisite treasures to behold.

I don’t remember the exact words he was saying to me, but they
were outrageously brazen. I recall giggling nervously and acting coy when he grabbed
my ass with both hands. The exact type of behavior I hated in other women! I
was stupidly enjoying his utter disrespect for me.
UGH!
But I didn’t care. I loved every bit of attention that he gave
me.

The whole thing would’ve been against my better judgment if
only I had had a shred of any that evening. Devlin was turning me on and
stirring feelings in places that had never been stirred. I invited his strong
hands to roam freely all over my body. Nothing was off limits. Then I felt his fingers
slide between my thighs and lift up directly and firmly into my hot folds. He
began rubbing the silky fabric of my dress back and forth and up and around
into my slit. I had never felt anything so erotic in my life.

At that moment, I craved him so badly it physically hurt. A
wild fling was in order, but I found myself having second thoughts. Would one
night with him be such a bad thing? I was torn on what to do, but that didn’t
last long.

Devlin’s power of persuasion finally won me over when he told
me his naval unit was being deployed to Afghanistan the next day. The
possibility of him not returning was very real. I’d most likely never see him
again, either way. He pressed his massive dick against my inner thighs as he waited
for an answer. My moistened panties and ultra-horny body made the decision for
me and it wasn’t long before we were in a downtown hotel room…

And that was all I could remember.

I blacked out.

I woke the next morning to find Devlin Danes missing in
action.

I never saw him again.

My explanation to
Kesha
did
not
include the part about me debasing
myself with him in the bar and hotel room. I still couldn’t bring myself to
talk about that night with
anyone.
I
down-played the whole evening in the story that I told her. I made it sound
more like he was just your typical handsome and conceited dickhead whose
advances I rejected.

The truth was, my humiliation and embarrassment had left a
permanent scar on my soul. It was hard to admit, even to myself, that I had
allowed myself to be taken in and used by such an obvious player and he didn’t
even say goodbye.

I was a cliché. He had his fill of something exotic and he
left. I was the girl who falls for the macho guy and ends up nothing but another
one of his conquests. A notch in the bedpost.

Wasn’t that exactly what I expected?!

I hated myself for acting like a fool and then feeling like a
victim… I knew what I was getting myself into right from the start: One
no-strings-attached night of wild sex with a guy I didn’t know and would never
see again. Not only that, but I had actually encouraged it.
Hadn’t I used him too?

I just wished I could remember
any
of it… Maybe that would have made it better…

So we spent one night together. So what? Other people do that
sort of thing all the time.

Other
people do.

Not me. I betrayed myself... And now, I was going to have to
see this guy again, and treat him with professional courtesy to boot? That was
going to be quite the Oscar winning performance!

CHAPTER THREE

DEVLIN

Bayside Fitness was only a
fifteen minute
drive from my house. I pulled into the parking lot in my BMW M6 Coupe and chose
the space closest to the entrance displaying the
PacificMed
sign above it. No need to walk any farther than I had to.

I checked-in at the front desk of the gym a few minutes
early, and the receptionist immediately dialed
PacificMed
to relay the fact that I had arrived for my appointment. She was a voluptuous cutie
pie who told me to sign in, take a seat, and someone would be with me shortly. I
couldn’t help but notice that she was sending me all the obvious signals that
she was interested. She had clearly made a point of leaning forward over the
counter
way
farther than she needed
to, in order to point out the sign-in sheet. She knew her gorgeous tits would
fall out of that low-cut blouse…
…..

“And what’s
your
name, my little lovely?”

“Tiffany Daniels. Here’s my card…
…..
”

 
I decided I would
seriously consider adding Tiffany to my lineup. She certainly looked
fuck-worthy enough. I felt her eyes on my ass as I headed for the nearest chair
next to a large potted plant. I couldn’t help but smile with self-satisfaction.
That chick definitely wanted me.

Down the hallway, a tall and strong looking black woman
walked toward me. For a moment, I thought she was my therapist since her polo
shirt had a
PacificMed
logo on it, plus she was
looking directly at me like she was
gonna
introduce
herself. But then she just continued walking right past, heading straight through
the double doors and out to the parking lot.

I skimmed the covers of the various magazines that were
neatly arranged on a nearby table. A
Sports
Illustrated
swimsuit edition caught my eye, so I rifled through its pages
for a bit. It was then, while deep in concentration, that I was suddenly
overcome by a vision… A vision that captivated me in a way I couldn’t fully
process.

It was almost like I witnessed it in slow motion. The angel
walking toward me actually took my breath away for a split second; maybe even
two.

She had thin and dark braids that bounced with each step she
took. Her breasts swayed gently under her sky blue polo, and her white khaki
shorts contrasted beautifully against her dark, extra-long, extra-toned,
deliciously shapely legs. My eyes quickly carried back up, stopping themselves
on her luscious and glossy lips as she lifted her clipboard.

She was stunning. I suddenly became religious:

Please God, let this be my therapist.

“Devlin Danes? Hi, I’m Cali Jamison, your physical
therapist.”

Thanks God! I owe you one!

We shook hands and she said something else like “Follow me”
or “Walk this way” but I couldn’t be sure because I got lost in the hypnotic pools
of her big, striking eyes. She had an indescribable sexy innocence about her. I
couldn’t wait to corrupt this little thing…

She turned, and I let her get in front of me so I could watch
her firm, juicy ass bob back and forth as she walked and pointed out various
areas of the facility. The tour was being wasted on me. I was already
intoxicated by the scent of her
coconutty
-vanilla
perfume. All I could do was nod and sound stupid:

“Uh huh.”

“Yeah, cool.”

“Uh huh.”

We eventually made our way back to her
PacificMed
office. She told me to hop up onto the therapy table, handed me a clipboard
with a pen attached and directed me to fill out the patient information forms.

“Uh huh. Okay.”

I already knew this time around I’d be taking my physical
therapy very seriously...
Oh fuck me, I
was in heaven!

I struggled to fill out my own basic data and medical
history. My mind had turned to mush and I simply just wanted to sit and stare
at her. Every couple of minutes I tried to inconspicuously sneak peeks over the
top of the clipboard, but I know she caught my gaze at least twice because both
times she asked me if I had a question.

When she bent over in front of me to pick up a pillow that
had fallen off the massage table, my imagination ran wild as I pictured us
fucking in various places around her office and therapy room. Oh, how I wanted
to take her for a spin on that wheeled, leather chair.

By the time I finished filling out the forms, my dick was
rock-hard and ready to explode. I tried, in vain, to distract myself with other
thoughts: Magazine swimsuit
model?...
. No…. Voluptuous
receptionist?......... No……….
Fuck!
Didn’t I have any nonsexual references?